This was a fun poem to put together. I thought of it this morning. This reminds me of something, something perhaps that some of us have in our home?
We know it for a particular name, but the contents within may call it their glass world.
I walked to the ends of my world
Shadows beyond my view creeping
What is this life? I ask as my mind swirled
My world shakes; with rage, I am weeping
My existence fragmentary but has meaning
Search for answers through this snow-filled land
Life beyond this shell, I can’t help dreaming
I want to hold the world in the palm of my hand
I traveled to the edge for the last time
My world changed forevermore
Bitter victory tastes of chyme
Mind unfurled, I drop to the floor
You see, I live in a glass-encased world preferably shaken, not stirred
I will continue through this façade of existence unseen and unheard
Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
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